When I lie dead
What will they remember?
My cold heart?
My carelessness and carefree ways?
I doubt that
Those who will remember me, at all
Will remember the smiles
Those of mine, and those I brought
The smiles and the many written lines
Which often meant more to me than to them
I will be remembered as a giver
Often giving more than I had
They say this is a character flaw
I’d say that’s right
But, in the end
That’s just me
And I can’t (and won’t) speak for them
I hope some of these many interactions
Have sat well, with them
© D J Loweman 2015